An Xin's eyes darkened, and she coldly ordered, "Let her go!"
A white shadow loomed, and eyes hidden behind hair gleamed with a chilling light. Dewdrop stammered, "Miss...Miss...the ghost is fake..."
In such a critical moment, even An Xin, who was usually calm and collected, couldn't help but roll her eyes. Why did this silly girl have to say that!
An Xin stared at the female ghost for a long time before suddenly asking, "Why?"
She was too calm, too indifferent, and her words were too resolute.
But she still wanted to ask, why?
Why do such a cruel thing? Why turn yourself into the embodiment of hatred? Why destroy that beauty?
An Xin's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and she stared at the woman with a cold, sharp gaze. She was never good at expressing her feelings, and even simple words of comfort would be uttered in a terrible way. But at this moment, she still felt a dull pain in her heart.
"A woman who can't embroider will find it hard to get married... Do you remember this proverb from Bao'an County?"
Dewdrop stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Her mind was usually a few beats slower to process information, but she suddenly realized what her young mistress was saying!
A glint of light flashed in An Xin's eyes, moistening them, yet her expression was shockingly cold: "Jin Qiao, the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"
The pale white robes trembled suddenly, and the eyes behind the long hair flickered with light before filling with tears. However, the sharp claws gripping the dewdrop tightened, and the dewdrop cried out in pain.
"Turn back?" The voice was mournful and hoarse. "Turn back to which direction?"
"Sister Jinqiao...the ghost is Sister Jinqiao..." Dewdrop cried out in bewilderment, "Sister Jinqiao, don't kill me, I'm Dewdrop! Have you forgotten how we embroidered together? Have you forgotten how we fought over food together? Have you forgotten all the happiness we shared?"
Jinqiao's body trembled violently, and two hot tears slid down her pale face. Then she stared at An Xin with a sinister look: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you! I should have killed you long ago!"
An Xin paused for a long time before saying, word by word, "Sister Jinqiao, let go, don't add to the sins..."
Jinqiao laughed bitterly, "You call me Sister Jinqiao... Anxin, do you still consider me your older sister?"
An Xin smiled, seemingly moved by some unknown force: "What I've made up my mind about, I will never change."
Jinqiao laughed wildly, looking up at the sky. Ten years of desolation, how much joy and sorrow? She was a lonely avenger, a treacherous viper crawling in the darkness. She was despised, cursed, and ridiculed. Ironically, she also despised and ridiculed herself!
But why, why did I have to run into An Xin?!
Ten years ago, she spoke to her timidly, but ten years later, she confronts her with such a ruthless and cold-blooded approach!
Jinqiao's claws tightened suddenly, the sharp hooks piercing into the dewdrop's flesh, but the girl seemed to have forgotten to cry out in pain.
"I've searched for ten years, endured humiliation for ten years, and suffered in silence for ten years. You want me to turn back?" Jin Qiao stared coldly at An Xin, slowly backing away. "Tearing Zhou Shisan to pieces wouldn't lessen the resentment in my heart!"
An Xin's eyes were as cold as ice, and she took a step forward.
Jinqiao suddenly grabbed the dewdrop and shouted, "If you take another step, I'll kill her!"
"Jinqiao, are you threatening me or yourself?" An Xin's face was icy as she stepped forward, her voice so cold it could freeze into ice. "Since you want to coerce someone, fine, let go of Luzhu, I'll come over."
Jinqiao trembled, retreating while screaming hoarsely, "You don't understand! You understand nothing, so why are you trying to persuade me?!" Past memories were like venomous snakes, tearing at everything she had. She was already dead; what remained was nothing but a walking corpse! All she needed to do was kill them so she could go find her Fulin!
Her Fulin died so tragically, so tragically!
“They are guilty!” An Xin’s voice was cold. “They are unforgivable! But you have no right to judge their crimes! Do you want to add another life to your sins?! If you do this, will he rest in peace in the afterlife?! Your revenge will only taint his pure soul! Am I the one who doesn’t understand, or are you?!”
She was sad, she was in pain, she was angry!
She had witnessed countless life and death, yet she was still heartbroken. She even feared that, in the end, the one filled with hatred might also turn into a demon!
Jin Qiao froze abruptly, staring blankly at An Xin, tears streaming down her face: "You mean him... you know him...?"
An Xin slowly approached and said softly, "I know that his eyebrows and eyes are as clear as a mountain spring, and his fingers are as slender as scallions. When he smiles, he must be full of glory... He loves white magnolias the most, because you love them too... He is skilled in handicrafts, and you must have pestered him to teach you... He taught you, didn't he? Because your handicrafts are so good."
Jinqiao stared blankly, as if lost in a distant memory.
An Xin raised her hand and placed it on hers; the hand was icy cold, without a trace of warmth.
“The sun was shining brightly then, you were as beautiful as a lotus flower then, you were so happy then…” An Xin removed the last iron hook that had landed on Lu Zhu’s neck, then pushed Lu Zhu away and stared intently at the Golden Bridge.
An Xin pursed her lips into a thin line. She wasn't good at expressing her feelings, and everything she said was a reasonable speculation to her. Yet, without any doubt, it struck the other person's heart directly.
Jinqiao was lost in beautiful memories; they were so happy. Afterward, she went to the riverbank to wash her feet. The sun was warm, the spring water was soothing, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower…
Then!
They're here!
The drunken bastards pounced on her like wolves, and her husband, Fu Lin, desperately tried to save her, but was cruelly killed by them! They laughed wildly as they tortured her, and her tears were stained red with Fu Lin's blood!
It's them!
They ruined everything for her; she was even pregnant but didn't know whose child it was!
The infatuation in Jinqiao's eyes was suddenly replaced by resentment and venom. Her fingers clenched unconsciously, but she grasped nothing!
Her expression suddenly changed, and she lunged forward to grab at him.
An Xin looked at her calmly, neither dodging nor avoiding her gaze.
Jinqiao was startled to find that the person in front of her had suddenly become An Xin. The claws that had reached out to grab her were already regretting it. Before she could retract them, she felt a darkness above her head. She suddenly raised her hand to defend herself, and with a "sizzle," the claws broke off inch by inch.
Jin Qiao's face turned pale instantly. Feng Yi abruptly sheathed his soft sword, his expression turning cold: "Miss Jin, are you even going to kill An Xin?!"
The door suddenly burst open, and Wang Baishi led his soldiers in, shouting, "The murderer, surrender now!" Then the soldiers rushed towards Jinqiao.
An Xin's face darkened: "Stop!"